The colors fall like waves, intense blue and acid green. Flying over the room like devils in the night, a singing siren on stage somewhere in the distance but ignored so far away. Inky black, but for the strobing pulse of white, clicking by seconds by the fraction. 

His white t-shirt lights up by the swinging black lights held in hands around us. His teeth impossibly white, glow also. His eyes shine bright. Glowing bracelets and necklaces, candy around his neck. 

Pulsing by the beat from the stage, our hearts all beating as one. My heart beating with his.

Warm hands on my body, my waist, curling upward to my chest. His hands are always so strong and sure. Adoring eyes, only for me even in such a room. Buzzing from the music, like a cellphone about to burst. Cheering from the crowd all around us, the crescendo of the song. Staring at him, his beauty in this room. 

Jumping all around us, we jump with them. Dancing with our shoulders like everyone else. His hair is flying about as he shakes his head to the beat, peering up at the stage and then at me again. Cutely curious, but he doesn't want to stop looking at me and I at him. 

We're captivated by each other, and that's all I want. It's our private party together, even though we're in a public space. Even though we don't own it, it's ours alone. Because he is mine and I am his. 

The song surges into a crackling upwards draft, shifting into another by the expert hands of the DJ off to the side. The girl sings on, ethereal in manner. The beat is the same, continuing the same feeling. No pause in the dancing, this expert transition just as like all the others. No need to be jarred away, no need to stop touching him. 

Up above, a sparkling of things floating down. Being blown away by invisible wind. Glittering bubbles are appearing and there's cheers again. His hand lifts up and his curiosity peaks, poking one and it pops at his touch. His smile is enchanting and wide, his eyes reflecting all. Still holding him, but trying to pop more with him. He's laughing, but the music is too loud to hear. Just the image of his smile, his joy so clear. 

Worrying that things will get slippery with the bubbles, but it's too enchanting to worry. Raising my hands to clap them apart, trying to catch them. Seeing him laugh more at this, trying to make him laugh. He joins me, and we're laughing together without sound. 

The heat is enormous with all the moving bodies so close, but the bubbles are nice. Calming down from them, my hands descend gracefully from their position towards the ceiling. Finding his face, his lovely jaw. Cupping there, seeing his eyes come down, seeing me again. Such a soft expression, half lidded eyes and such a relaxed face. His love for me complete. Loving my dear touch. 

Bringing him closer, stepping impossibly closer, our bellies touching. His fingers slip down my back, feeling every inch of the journey. Bunching up my shirt, his skin to my skin at the base of my back. Being seen, but not being seen by the crowd who are too into their own things to care. Drawing him closer, closer. 

Needing him the closer he gets. His face so close to my face. 

A long breath, feeling his warm breath on my cheeks, his exhale, as my lips meet his in the middle. Enormous heat, his lips slightly sticky from their dryness in here. But they are soon moistened and so soft, so soft. An entire universe in themselves behind my closed eyes, imagining them as their touch becomes my entire world. Their movements, my everything. 

My hands travel up to his hair, this carefully coiffed hairstyle he'd made at the beginning of the night. Neither of us cares now, just wanting to touch his hair. Wanting to touch everything about him. One of his hands finds the back of my neck and plays, and I sigh in the joy of it, all of my breath going into his mouth as it opens and his tongue enters inside my lips.

Enjoying needing him. My needs met, but never satisfied. Intensifying, because I'll always need more of him. From his movements, he needs more of me, too. These desperate needs.